the deadwood stage
doris day
oh! the deadwood stage is a-rollin' on over the plains
with the curtains flappin' and the driver slappin' the reins
a beautiful sky! a wonderful day!
whip crack away! whip crack away! whip crack away!
oh! the deadwood stage is a-headin' on over the hills
where the injun arrows are thicker than porcupine quills
dangerous land! no time to delay!
whip crack away! whip crack away! whip crack away!
we're headin' straight for town
oh! the deadwood stage is a-comin' on over the crest
like a homing pigeon that's a-hankerin' after its nest
twenty-three miles we've covered today
whip crack away! whip crack away! whip crack away!
the wheels go turnin' round
can't you hear 'em humming
we'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
and our hearts are thumpin' like a mandolin a-plunking a tune
whip crack away! whip crack away! whip crack away!
whip crack away! whip crack away! whip crack away!
just as busy as a fizzy sarsaparilla
he's a showman and he's smarter
operates the golden garter
where the cream of deadwood city come to dine
and i'm glad to say he's a very good friend of mine
where d'you get them fancy clothes?
i know! off some fellow's laundry line
beau. aren't you the prairie rose?
smelling like a watermelon vine
here's a man the sheriff watches
on his gun there's more 'n twenty-seven notches
on the draw there's no one faster
and you're flirting with disaster
when bill hickok's reputation you malign
and i'm glad to say he's a very good friend of a friend of mine
oh my throats as dry as a desert thistle in may
gonna wet my whistle today